It completely covered her head and was made from some sort of form-fitting plastic. But it wasn’t hard, immovable plastic. It was soft and pliable. She pulled on the mask and adjusted it into place.
It looked similar to one of those old plastic costume masks from the 70’s that was making a comeback. The type that could be bought along with a plastic dress at the store for a couple of bucks. But whereas the old ones were a half-mask held on by a rubber band, this was something new and much better made. The only reason I knew about them was my dad had shown me pictures of mom wearing one when she was a kid.
The mask was of a girl, but it was creepy the way it was made.
“So, what do you think?” the lips of the mask moved in time with Terri’s lips as she spoke.
“It’s fucking creepy. Guys, pay you to wear this?” I asked incredulously.
“Yeah,” Terri chuckled. “For some reason, it has a weird nostalgia thing for the older guys… and girls, for that matter. Don’t ask me, it was before my time. All I care about is it brings in cash.”
“Can I try it on?” I asked tentatively.
“Sure, there’s a couple spare ones in the bottom of the case. I had a few made in case something happened to one of them. That, plus I’ve had requests for certain ones,” Terri said.
I looked into the case and found several more masks.
“Grab the one with red hair. Someone called it ‘Shortcake’ one time and it sorta stuck. It’s strangely popular for some reason, but don’t ask me why,” Terri said as she adjusted her mask.
I found the mask she indicated and pulled it out. I looked at it with trepidation.
“Now, they’re fitted to me, so it’s not going to fit exactly, fair warning,” Terri said.
I pulled on the mask and looked at a small mirror on the wall. I adjusted it as best I could and felt it trying to stick to me.
“It’s sticky!” I cried.
“That’s just tape,” Terri laughed. “It’s to keep the mask in place for later.”
“Later?” I asked, adjusting the mask to my face. It didn’t fit too terribly. It was still creepy as hell when I watched myself talk. But I had to admit, with it on, it hid all my features. No one could possibly identify me.
“During the show, silly. Do try and keep up.” Terri shook her head. “How does it feel?”
“Uh, weird,” I said honestly. I could breathe easily, which I’d been scared about at first, but there was ventilation somehow.
“Can you see OK?” Terri asked.
I could. There were double-layered mesh spots for the eyes that allowed me to see surprisingly well.
“Uh, yeah,” I said. I moved my head around and the mask moved with me no matter how I moved.
“Come here; I want to check something,” Terri said, waving at me.
I carefully walked over to her, watching my feet to ensure I didn’t trip or step on anything.
As soon as I was in arms reach, Terri grabbed me and started kissing me. It was a strange feeling, not unpleasant, just strange. I could feel the warmth of her lips through the mask, but I couldn’t really feel her lips. I could feel her tongue and it was trying to make its way down my throat. A moment later, we broke.
“I’ve wanted to try that since I got these things, but I never had the chance,” Terri said as she adjusted my mask to ensure all the tape points were secured.
“How’d you learn all this?” I asked, a bit lightheaded from the intensity of the kiss.
“You know me, I’m not one to jump into something this major on a whim. I did my research and experimented before I got serious.” Terri’s mask smiled, making the face look even creepier.
I had to look away.
“That bad?” Terri laughed.
“It’s… just… creepy is the only word that keeps coming to mind,” I said honestly.
Terri just laughed.
“OK, I need to finish setting up. Watch how I do this so you’ll know for next time,” Terri said as she started showing me how the computer part worked. A few minutes later and we were all set.
I was sitting on the other side of the camera, where Terri told me to sit. I was well out of range of the camera and had no chance of accidentally being filmed.
Terri had set up a second monitor for me that was cloned to her laptop, so I saw everything she did. Part of the screen was what the camera saw and the other part was a large chat window where people could type whatever they wanted. A countdown clock was going, counting down the minutes until Terri went live. As we got close, I saw names starting to fill the chat window lobby.
I was starting to get nervous, and I wasn’t even the one going to do anything!
Terri was wearing a pair of simple pajamas. I figured it would be high-end lingerie or fancy clothes for something like this. But Terri said something comfortable and easy to get out of was best. Although, she’d had requests for other things in private chats, things the guy would usually buy for her to wear. When I’d asked if it had been kinky stuff, she’d said no. Most of the time, the client just wanted something more every day. Terri said it made her more “girl next door” to the client and less like some untouchable fantasy on the screen.
“OK, just about time. Now, just keep quiet and enjoy the show,” Terri grinned at me.
I nodded and put my finger to my lips, realizing I was still wearing the mask. After a while, it had become strangely comfortable, and I’d nearly forgotten about it. Well… I guess I had forgotten about it.
When the timer hit zero, Terri became animated and started talking like she was greeting old friends. She called out several of her regular subscriber members, who appropriately tipped her as she said their names.
A small chime would sound every time someone gave her a tip. The larger the tip, the longer and louder the chime.
The names were also hilarious. Some were honest, normal names, but others were names like “BigButtLover73” and “YesMa’amPlease109.” Every time she came across one of these more unusual names, she would throw a little more sex in her voice. I was starting to see a whole different side of Terri than I’d seen before.
I glanced at the statistics and found there were a couple hundred names on there. Only a handful were typing, but Terri had quite the following!
One of the things Terri had helped me with was setting up my own account. This way, if I wanted to go off and do something on my own, I wouldn’t have to have her holding my hand the whole time. I told her I didn’t even own a computer, so she’d probably have to hold my hand anyway.
Not a lot happened for a while. Terri was just having everyday conversations with people. It was weird. I figured people would be yelling at her to strip and finger-bang herself right from the start. But nobody did that. It was all strangely… courteous.
They asked her about her day and what she was up to this week. How school was going and all sorts of other mundane things.
Then, an unusually loud chime sounded that made Terri grin mischievously.
“I was wondering how long it would take you MikeMan22. I know how impatient you can get sometimes,” Terri purred at the screen and slowly started to unbutton her shirt. She took her time, allowing for more chimes to sound off. Every time a chime sounded, she moved a little faster. Before long, her shirt was open, revealing her ample cleavage and naked stomach, but nothing more.
It took several more minutes of borderline teasing back and forths, as well as several more chimes, before her shirt slipped off her shoulders, exposing her gorgeous tits. I found myself staring, unable to move.
I don’t know if it was because I was trying to read all the comments or the fact I just loved watching her, but I found myself entranced. This had to be how this worked. Somehow, she hypnotized her audience into giving her money for the simplest things.
When Terri had first mentioned this, I’d had to look it up. I knew the sites existed but wasn’t sure if it was actually legal. Sure enough, it was legal as long as you were legal. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to do something like this. Terri said getting on the site was the easy part. Creating a paying following was the hard part.
Terri didn’t take off her shirt, she left it draped on her arms. Something about it made her seem more naked than if she’d removed it. I was starting to realize how much of a manipulator my best friend was.
Several loud tones and Terri was massaging her chest, pinching her nipples and biting the lip of the mask. Somehow, the effect still worked through the mask.
As I continued to watch, I found myself getting more and more aroused. I had a feeling I was going to end up being one of her clients before too long.
The next twenty minutes were her having semi-erotic back and forths with clients who tipped her every time she said something they liked. It never got straight-up filthy, but there was the subtle flirting undertone that promised more… if you tipped.